It was a period when they used to read into our lyrics a lot, used to think there was more in them than there was.

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

I can't manage without homeopathy. In fact, I never go anywhere without homeopathic remedies. I often make use of them.

The long and winding road that leads to your door / Will never disappear, / I've seen that road before it always leads me here, / Leads me to your door.

I used to think anyone doing anything weird was weird. Now I know that it is the people that call others weird that are weird.

We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.

Late at night when the wind is still I'll come flying through your door, And you'll know what love is for. I am a bluebird, I'm a bluebird...

There are only four people who knew what the Beatles were about anyway.

When you were young, and your heart, was an open book. You used to say, live and let live.

One of my biggest thrills for me still is sitting down with a guitar or a piano and just out of nowhere trying to make a song happen.

Twitter is a human seismograph

He who learns but does not think, is lost. He who thinks but does not learn is in great danger.

Isherwood did not so much find himself in Berlin as reinvent himself; Isherwood became a fiction, a work of art.

I believe when hard-working citizens have earned their pension, it's wrong for Washington bureaucrats and politicians to take their pensions away.

I would lying if I said I would laugh in the face of death.

Idol has pretty much taken me out of my recording and out of my choreography. I have managed to slip in some choreography jobs. And I've been writing songs for other artists.

"That's sad," said Montag, quietly, "because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know."

There is something about killing people at close range that is excruciating. It's bound to try a man's soul.

When I am writing a story it feels as real as the life I am experiencing off the page. It's an emotional illusion, I guess.

Is it folly to believe in something that is intangible? After all, some of the greatest intangibles are Love, Hope, and Wonder. Another is Deity. The choice to be a fool is yours.